They fought without a care For their own precious life Leaving at home their families Brothers sisters and wife. They did not have a choice Humanity was almost expired By the murderous unfeeling fascists Who's guns had fired and fired. How could one man have such influence? How could people be taken in? Shouting his odds in crowds Saying he would win. Soldiers of many nations Died to bring us peace There was no racist imbalance No one was ever fleeced. When our Soldiers fought and died Some of them did come home From Countries, they had fought in From France, Poland, and Rome. As we honour our heroes we watch them die in vain Some of them are homeless Others die in the rain. Then some die with hunger Or cannot use their fuel How could this happen How can we be so cruel? If you have the money you're alright Be you poor then we don’t care Just give us all your money dude Hey, ho mate life ain't fair. So when we sit in our comfy homes A war hero is under a bridge When you pull your 4 pack out From your well-stocked electric fridge. A man or woman who fought for us To give us this easy life Is disrespected or laughed at It cuts as deep as a knife.
My name is William Sinclair Manson. I am 60 years young, I am Scottish but now living in a small village in England. I have been blogging for many Years but recently joined Wordpress and I love it. I have made many new dedicated friends here and hope to meet more around the World.